Phoenix feathers and stardust

The inner thoughts of a closet firecracker.

Poetry I have written is unapologetically NSFW. And protected by copyright.

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just got back from the vet. you guys know what my dumb dog did?

he sprained his tail. from wagging it too hard. this is the stupidest thing.


Aw. What a cutie. He loved too hard.

(via castiels-feathery-butt)

Consider my body a canvas,
your tongue a brush.
You know how I feel about
blank pages,
open spaces.

Emptiness is there for you to fill it.

You have a lot of
catching up
to do.

"Body Paint" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

(via touchmeslowly)

I only want to hold you this way: a bundle of wild orchids
broken at the wet seam of memory & manna.

—Yusef Komunyakaa (“Canticle”)

(Source: bodywithoutorgans, via quietobservation)